I am thankful that my feet have touched four continents and made a home in each.
I’ve learned that home is made up of both the places that become familiar and the people that warm your heart.
But, ultimately, I’ve learned that home cannot be pinpointed but is revealed in the longing for something that surpasses what earth has to offer.
I’ve found a home in Love Himself, who captures my heart and gives me new life each day. And so my restless feet have purpose in my earth-wandering.
I have hope, and I will live in that glorious hope, seeking to know the heart of Love deeper each day and love others fully as He loves.
My online chronicling journey began here: http://the-heart-of-a-wanderer.blogspot.com/.